December morning
Waking up to the white, wide world,
To the red rowan's fireflakes,
Living up to the wonder word
And the golden glow that makes
All candles and bushes and firs and lakes
Gleam with the light unburned.
To the red rowan's fireflakes,
Living up to the wonder word
And the golden glow that makes
All candles and bushes and firs and lakes
Gleam with the light unburned.